HURT

Chapter 2

Oh fuck!!!!

This is really bad. I can't have mates, they will die. He will find them, and kill them.

This can't be happening to me. It's probably because I am buzzed, yes I am seeing things.

There is no way in hell I meet my mate at a club, how ridiculous would it be for me to even have two mates.

Pfffttt.

I burst out laughing as I moved my hips to the music, the guy behind me grinding in me further.

“You feel so amazing.”the guy yells into my ears, pressing his hips forward.

Normally, I would run away from him but now the adrenaline pumping through my veins won't let me think properly.

“Oh yes!!” I scream, flinging my hands in the air as I twist my waist.

The hairs on my neck refuse to go down, a stare so deep I can feel it piercing my bones.

Am I really dreaming? Or is this real?

I am going to look up one more time, and I am sure they won't be there.

Giggling, I raise my head one more time meeting their gaze again. My wolf howls in happiness, pacing around as she yearns to be in their arms.

Crap, it isn't a dream.

I actually have mates, and they are in this club at the VIP staring at me in another man's arms.

I snap my eyes away, refusing to acknowledge them. If they have any brain cells they would know me not approaching them means I don't want them anywhere near me.

“Yo mate!!! Are you having fun?” Jesse yells, her voice loud enough to hear over the music.

I bend forward, making my ass arch into the guys front, “Yes Mamacita, should have done this a long time ago.” I scream, laughter bubbling out of my lips.

I move away from the guy slightly into Jesse's arms as we move along to the music.

“Ya shake it, oh la la la” I scream out according to the music.

“This is amazing!!!!” Jesse yells, her voice getting louder by the second.

I swear she has a speaker in her throat, but for once I don't mind.

For once I don't mind anything, not the guy busy grinding on me or the one who I belong to or the mates upstairs digging holes in my body.

I don't mind anything as my hand flies in the air, my hips swaying along with the music.

The feeling is liberating, freeing. Something I haven't felt in forever.

Strong arms wrap around me tighter, trailing from my belly to my hips, “So sexy, how about we go somewhere private.” his voice rasp, pressing tighter into my hips.

I shake my head, the alcohol clearing a little bit, “No, I like it here just fine. Go meet someone else.” I encourage him.

Stepping out of his hold, but I don't go far before he slams me back into his body.

“But you have been grinding on my ass like a little bit–” his sentence is cut short as his body is peeled off mine then sent flying across the other room.

“What the bloody hell!!!” I scream, my eyes clearing as any trace of alcohol flies out the air.

There they are towering above the guy whose body is scattered on the floor after hitting the bar really hard.

A deep growl leaves both their throat as they take a menacing step forward.

“Ours!!” they growl at the same time.

People scramble away, giving them the space they need to get to him.

No, not again.

It's just like before except its no longer one, but two men trying to claim me.

The guy scrambles backwards, “Alphas please I had no idea what please!” he pleads, his arms stretched out as thick red liquid drops down his forehead, and arms.

Blood everywhere.

The box, his head.

No, no, no. My hands snap towards my ears trying to block it out.

To block it all out. It's all my fault and he died because I didn't listen.

My breath hangs as my sight becomes blurry. I need to leave now.

Turning on my heels I push people out of the way, my oxygen becoming smaller with every step I take.

I rush through the crowd, every sound draining out as the only thing in my mind is escape.

Fresh air whips my face, brushing through my hair as it spreads in different directions.

Sound slowly filters back in as echoes of noise hits me at once.

People are littered everywhere, some smoking, some making out while some are clustered talking. I move across the crowd, pushing through to get away.

The hairs on my neck stand, making me turn around to find them advancing towards me.

No!!!

The fastest route home is through the woods, I will probably be able to lose them fast.

Without thinking I fling myself into the woods running with so much speed.

I have always been a fast wolf, so I will probably make it.

“How dare you run from us?” a dark chilling voice resonates through the air.

My feet smack against the earth's soil as I quicken my pace. They mustn't catch me.

Twigs snap under my feet as different branches tear through my skin. The pain is fleeting, as I don't even care to stop or whine.

No, not me, not again. Please, moon goddess, not me.

I can feel it; I can feel them. They are so close I can smell them.

Never, never, never.

“Keep running, youngling; we will find you.” A scary voice booms.

My feet topple over themselves, sending me flying to the ground. I stretch out my hand to break my fall.

“No!!” a cry tears out of my lips as tears rush down my eyes.

My jeans are bloody, hands filled with different scabs, and scratches causing blood to trickle down my arms.

Two shadows emerge from the darkness, and my skin crawls.

I shuffle back, trying to get away.

“You are ours,” the other growls before they both lunge at me.

“NOOO!!!!” a scream pierces out. I twist away from their touch, grabbing the nearest wood and fling at them.

A groan fills the air as one of them tumble backwards, without thinking I leap to my feet running faster.

I need to leave this city. I can't have mates or else they will die.

I would rather slit my throat than have any other blood on my hands because I didn't listen to him.

I belong to him, and him alone.